One cold night in September you are driving in an unfamiliar part of town, looking for house numbers in the flickering headlights. If this were a normal night you'd be at home on the couch with a delicious Taco Pop and a couple TVs going, but you got a call from your friend Gwodder and it sounds like he is in big trouble. So you loaded the truck up with shotguns and medical supplies and opium and strobe lights and three delicious roast alligators and you headed out to help but the roads where Gwodder went are strange and you are lost and you've got no reception and you're trying to find your way back to the main road when a you see a white flash in front of you. It's some kind of animal, you hope!